Lesbian Anal Training Party

The Upper Floor is full of smooth, bare asses tonight, all lined up for Aiden Starr. She takes her pick. She slaps one hard, watches the red bloom, then shoves two fingers deep. The blonde’s knees buckle. The black-haired slave beside her bites her lip, waiting her turn. They push back when she tells them to, they stay still when she says freeze. Aiden works fast—crop, strap, thick strap-on—switching without warning. Every thrust lands sharp. Every slap echoes off the walls. Mogul and Stefanos keep the other girls in line. They grab hair, yank heads back, make sure nobody forgets who’s in charge. One slave tries to sneak a moan; Mogul’s palm cracks across her thigh. Another edges too close—Aiden just points and the girl drops to her knees, face to the floor. The room smells like sweat and lube. Leather cuffs bite. Collars tug. The slaves strain and sweat and still beg with their eyes for the next order, the next cock, the next sting.